Chapter 21

“He lays me down in the water,” she said softly. “My hair floats. I complain that it tickles, and he runs his fingers through it and drags it over my breast.” For a moment, her gaze slid sideways. “I think he prefers it long.”

Ares caught a lock of hair between his finger and thumb and gently tested the texture against his skin. She tilted her head, moving into his touch. She had once worn it down to her waist. It always looked darker when she let it grow, like pure copper. “I think you’d look amazing with longer hair.”

“That’s because you don’t have to take care of it.” She sighed. “But I like it when he touches it. And touches me. He acts like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, even though we’re in this gorgeous pool. But he is. And he doesn’t even know it.”